Author's note: Riddick's thoughts are italicized/separated since this is Lysia's narrative.

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Chapter 14

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Riddick slams through the huge gaudy doors in Razhir's throne room, flipping over himself and landing in a sexy pose. My eyes automatically travel to his package, which is hard and lovely. Mind on the game, Lys. Mind on the game. Yes, blood. Kill. Fight. Penis. No. Stop that. Argh! Kill. Break bones. Mmm boner. No!

Riddick is already kicking serious butt, which is totally awesome and hot. Some moments deserve awesome theme music. Riddick kicking butt is one of those moments. It suddenly occurs to me that I'm standing here like a stupid cheerleader and not helping sexy pants fight off the stupid hitmen. I take one step forward to help and Razhir is there, putting a knife to my neck. He shoves a needle into my arm and I fall limp against him.

Cheat. Er.

Well, at least he knows I'd kick his butt if I wasn't drugged. My head is still clear, but I can't move my arms or legs. Fucker. Ironically, Riddick stops fighting. Weird. I would've expected him to just kick butt and free me. Two bigger hitmen, that aren't bleeding, seriously broken, or dead, grab Riddick's arms and bring him roughly up to Razhir and me.

"You okay, Lys?" he says in a voice like I'm not important to him. One of those, "You okay, pal?" kind of things. As if he didn't have his cock shoved in me all night.

"Mguess," I mutter, my tongue a little numb. Why should I talk to you? Acting like Lysia doesn't matter to you. Unacceptable!

"Mr. Riddick," Razhir says. Even without looking, I can tell his face is one of those "I have you in my clutches and can do whatever I want because I'm the big bad warlord" numbers. Wait, only I'm allowed to call him Mr. Riddick, pal! "I advise you play by my rules with this woman, or I swear, I will take her from you in two seconds." I snort. Like he could take me anywhere. Delusional people are so cute. "You should be congratulated, Mr. Riddick. Using your own brute force instead of your vast army. Any normal man would use his followers to get his work done." I snort again. Razhir's followers always get their asses kicked. Razhir gets his work done by cheating. Wait….army?

"Whas he talling abou?" I ask, opening eyes that I didn't realize I had closed. Oddly enough, Riddick and Razhir knew what I was saying.

"Lysia," Riddick begins. Oh fuck. That's the, "oh did I forget to mention this monumental thing about myself" voice.

Razhir brightens up. "Has he not told you, my dear? Your Furyan is the king of the Necromancers."

"Wha? You illed the Fur-yams?"

"He did, my dear," Razhir says in a purr. I ain't your kitty-cat, dickhead.

I wait for denial. Anything to keep Riddick in my good graces.

Riddick sighs. Oh god, here it comes. "He's right, Lys. I'm the king of the Necromancers."

"Couldda men-ton tha, ath-hoe," I say, my head lolling. I attempt to swipe Riddick's shin with my leg, but my body doesn't cooperate and I just fall forward. My boobs pop out before Riddick can catch me and his attempt to put them back in the nightgown serves to further embarrass me when I try to slap him and all my hand does is land on his crotch. Score two for my body not obeying and making me look like a tramp.

Riddick ignores my whines and grunts and gently puts my boobs to right, while taking my hand off his penis. Surprisingly, Razhir does nothing besides watch. Pervert.

"Lemme guh, dick," I spit out. Literally. Saliva came out of my mouth and landed on Riddick's perfection. Razhir is getting a sex change when this shit wears off.

"I don't think she wants to stay with you, your majesty." I can SO hear the smugness in Razhir's voice. Why am I looking at the ceiling now…

"She's coming with me, Razhir. Thanks for drugging her." Riddick bends to pick me up.

Razhir steps closer to us. "I'm sorry, your highness. I didn't realize you needed your dick sucker conscious. My mistake."

I can feel every single muscle in Riddick tense in anger and wonder why he doesn't go ape shit on this prick. He's a better man than me, I guess. Hehe, man.

Somehow my arms obey me enough to let me swat the air in front of Riddick. I was actually trying to slap his face, but I guess it was close enough. Then I add, with more projectile spittle involved, "Not goin with you."

Riddick's face remains blank, but I can see a muscle tick in his jaw. "Lys, you can't stay here. With him."

"Wath me." I try to pull away, but my head just dips forward and lands on Riddick's nipple. "Ga damn ih!"

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My blood is boiling so hot, I can hardly think. This bastard stole my woman and now she refuses to come back with me. One thrust of my cock and she'll be singing a different tune. I pick her up and start to leave. I feel her spit on me again and her feeble attempt to kick my balls.

"Puh me dow, rie nah!" I almost laugh at her frustration over her thick tongue, but her tone stops me. She's serious. "An don call me Lythia, ath if I mean thum-thing to you."

Fine. I was an idiot to trust you in the first place, you stupid bitch. You'll be easier to replace than Carolyn. At least she stayed with me. And little Jack. I meant more to her than a quick fuck. I've been bending over backwards for this woman and she tries to send me packing.

I drop her on the floor, ignoring when she cries out in pain, and try to take a step forward. My legs won't move. I can't leave me woman. My mate. My eyes flick back to her, but her face is on the ground and I only see her hair.

"Ath-hoe," she whispers.

I'm gone.

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I hear the door slam and Riddick's smell grows dim. He left. He left me. He's gone. Bye bye. I turn my head so I'm not resting on my nose, and shut my eyes.

For the first time, when his dick wasn't inside me, he called me by my name. It wasn't "girl" or "hey you." I thought that when he would use my name, it would mean he cared.

But he left. That means he doesn't care. And he lied. That means he's a bastard.

King of the Necromancers. I'm such an idiot!

"Are you alright, Lysia, pet?" Razhir puts his hand on my ass and pats it, like I'm a horse.

"Dih-n you hear me? Don call me Lythia. I don lie you." God damn tongue!

"Oh, it doesn't matter if you like me or not, Lysia. Once you're my mate, you'll be bonded to me. You'll hear my heartbeat. My smell will drive you wild with passion, even more than it did before. And better yet…." He strokes my ass lower and lower, no doubt loving that I can't stop him. "I'll become powerful and strong."

My eyes pop open. "Wha?"

"A mated Furyan couple can share their strength…. or one can willingly transfer their strength to the other. I'll finally be strong and my pathetic weak body will become yours. No doubt that was the plan of your precious Furyan. He mates with you and then steals your strength, becoming unstoppable as the King of the Necromancers."

I feel a tear fall down my face and it makes my nose itch. He wouldn't. Riddick wouldn't.

"Wha make you think I'll ag-ee?"

Razhir's probing finger finds my pussy and gives it a tickle. "Because I'll kill you and your precious Furyan if you don't." I hold in my sob, my intense anger forgotten. My freedom was being stolen from me. "I almost thought you two were mated when I found you. Good thing you weren't or you'd both be dead."

He picks me up and carries me back to the bedroom bunker. The room goes dark and I pass out before my head hits the pillow.